The Post-Prologue

Zebulon was a master inventor. He had invented the lexon wiggler, the back-sided pink, the 1000 miggie-pinner, as well as countless other less useful, yet highly regarded items most sentient beings took for granted in everyday life. His head was like the pickle of remorse. The vinegar that preserved it was also that which made it sour to the taste. While he had once been a brilliant intellect, he could now only remember 5 things. 1) He was sitting in a puddle of milk. 2) His mother had never let him jump on a bed of forks. 3) Left was always right except when it was wrong. 4) Math and 5) that he was destined to rule the universe. Life was getting more and more simple for him as time went on, although time was getting more and more complex, and he looked onward into the time when he would only remember 4 things, and even then just 1. He tried to think back on the days when he could count time in a standard progressive fashion. He would start the day in the morning and finish it in the evening just like the other Plorgs on Duskingville, his home planet. However, after one fateful day everything changed.

"Fateful is quite an interesting word. Full of Fate it implies. That day was full of fate. What made that day more full of fate than any other? What fills our days with fate and when do our days become full? Many humans feel as if their days lack any fate what-so-ever, leaving them with days wrenched of fate like a dish rag hap-hazardly thrown over a stainless steel faucet after a hard days washing. Fate brings many questions and it also jumps higher than any living insect. Fate (we shall discover) is the glue of human afternoons. It reverberates it's message every hour on the hour. "You must keep your hairpins tied", "You must dig a hole in your house", "You must break a stick and shove it's bits into a washing machine" What does fate's message say to you?"

Our friend Zebulon had no recollection of those thoughts as he began to fall from the sky. The only thing he could think of was the sound of the wind piercing his eyelids and tearing them back from his face, and the 5 things.

"Framing a window is your only hope for survival. Please keep your fingers pressed into the mud at all times. We have to reach the melting facility. You will remember every word that is said and yet every word that is said will be a remnant from a distant television program. Each program will consist of 5 people walking around the world and placing things into a cup. At the end of each program the sky will open up and put rocks onto a pedestal that will destroy everything. These are the words of Igo. Do not forget them."